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ekwesco - get outta town كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
what a big dream: haters up against me
2016 is when the money get’s green
funny sh-t, we can have another sick scheme
honeys stripping, felon ’cause i kill beats
many benefits of learning the basics
when you get what’s in the earth, go to sp-ce quick
i’m sick of having single-word conversations
always asking what it’s worth, ’cause it ain’t sh-t!
get you infatuated, hit this
let your imagination drift in
you hear, “congratulations” then win
it’s not attraction if it’s interest
i make peace when i blaze myself
stay making beats ’til the bas-m-nt melts
drink the cup before i take 3 steps
the doctor said cogon bay brings health
congratulations to my sister
i’m about to have a little nephew, crazy!
put it on a leash only if they catch rabies
when it comes to kids, i can only stand babies
peel a whack rapper like scabies in hades
in the booth creating, screens hd
everyday gambling to savor the hating
’cause i’m in love with the way that my brain be, (how it go?)

[bridge]
blue corona with a nuka cola, call it supernova
[hook]
n-body wanna put their f-cking faith in me? (f-ck ’em!)
n-body wanna recognize the bravery? (f-ck ’em!)
you only wanna s-xualize the bakery! (f-ck ’em!)
i only wanna energize the make-believe! (bust it!)
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town, boy!
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town!
n-body wanna put their f-cking faith in me? (f-ck ’em!)
n-body wanna recognize the bravery? (f-ck ’em!)
you only wanna s-xualize the bakery! (f-ck ’em!)
i only wanna energize the make-believe! (bust it!)
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town, boy!
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town!

[verse 2]
they’re like “don’t forget me, don’t forget me, no.”
well don’t be so forgettable, hey
when they don’t wanna ever let you go
you can’t soak up what you never know, hey
sell dimes when the price way low
get ’em in line when you byp-ss dough
dead guys; don’t you cry f-g, go!
red eyes are for lightweights though!
can’t keep a shawty if she can’t be cool in public
she run her mouth too much; she need to shut it!
h-lla cranky, so maybe she need some loving
take her to the bedroom, now she acting like it’s nothing
but she kept running off, so i said, “f-ck it!” f-ck it!

[hook]
n-body wanna put their f-cking faith in me? (f-ck ’em!)
n-body wanna recognize the bravery? (f-ck ’em!)
you only wanna s-xualize the bakery! (f-ck ’em!)
i only wanna energize the make-believe! (bust it!)
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town, boy!
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town!
n-body wanna put their f-cking faith in me? (f-ck ’em!)
n-body wanna recognize the bravery? (f-ck ’em!)
you only wanna s-xualize the bakery! (f-ck ’em!)
i only wanna energize the make-believe! (bust it!)
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town, boy!
down south boy, foul-mouthed boy
very loud boy, get outta town!

[verse 3]
open a window and tell me everything you feel
showing charisma; skillful
hoping a killer would test me; weapons fling & spear
blow you to little bits of smoke integrated with death
take your breath out from every level; ninja
choke a rapper with umbilical
bring his fear: scarecrows, switches, zippers
old people just p-ss me off, i guess
don’t see it ’cause sh-t, we all a mess
want me to get rid of all my stress?
load beats up and let me pause the press
she wanna rush, then she make us all wait
take a brush, cause she painted false grays
f-ggots, c-nts and haters all pay
talk your sh-t, but when i wave at y’all, “hey!”
y’all can either eat a d-ck or quit with the opinions and the questions
cause all i ever wanted was some music from the spirit of my soul, transferred through a pencil
never use a stencil, originality is a weapon
clean rappers are signed to the devil
nowadays we’re designed independent
please don’t be blind to the helping hands
yelling fans chilling in the stands, listening to bands
glimpse of a glance witnessing a scam
victims of a band, lyrics in a can
give ’em to the man, it go hand in hand
get it while you can, tripping in a trance
how many loud -ss licks on the door is it gonna take ’til i get you on the floor?
hit a whack trap acting rapper back to back in his core
excuse me if i seem insecure
my heart is sick, missed the cure
a sharpened pick with a red tip; obscure

- ekwesco

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